<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193</id><updated>2011-08-02T22:55:41.596-07:00</updated><category term='Sophie T'/><category term='macayla'/><category term='taylor'/><category term='Levi'/><category term='Bryce'/><category term='phoebe'/><category term='Andre'/><category term='Brayden'/><category term='SophieK'/><category term='Tyrese'/><category term='Courtney'/><category term='Rhys H'/><category term='Titan'/><category term='Cage'/><category term='Abby'/><category term='Liam'/><category term='Carlos'/><category term='Rhys Adie'/><category term='jesse'/><category term='Lachlan'/><category term='MAYANAHAY'/><category term='Brooke'/><title type='text'>Room11 OPS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-2574978301313001000</id><published>2010-03-31T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T16:15:02.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories about a journey to Memorial Park</title><content type='html'>This is our first attempt at narrative writing. The stories are based on some story guidelines given to us by Tommy Kapai the writer. He wanted the children to select an important character, a pet, a mode of transport, an exciting problem, some favourite kai and go on a journey to Memorial park to place our touchstones. The stories are a bit rushed because of lack of time but they are a start on our writing journey. I am sure we will see some great stories this year. This blog helps us to see how we have progressed with our writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-2574978301313001000?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/2574978301313001000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=2574978301313001000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/2574978301313001000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/2574978301313001000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/stories-about-journey-to-memorial-park.html' title='Stories about a journey to Memorial Park'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-2763102073766252784</id><published>2010-03-31T16:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T16:06:56.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Courtney'/><title type='text'>Journey to Memorial Park</title><content type='html'>One day I was at bay wave with my Dad and we went on the slide. I hurt my head. It was a nice sunny day and then we went to the Memorial park to place my touchstone but some one was blocking the road so we couldn’t get to the Memorial park. Soon the person blocking the road went away because he was hungry. We drove to the Memorial park. I played on the big swing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Courtney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-2763102073766252784?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/2763102073766252784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=2763102073766252784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/2763102073766252784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/2763102073766252784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/journey-to-memorial-park_7887.html' title='Journey to Memorial Park'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-4905711595292650418</id><published>2010-03-31T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:44:18.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lachlan'/><title type='text'>Journey to Memorial Park</title><content type='html'>One day I was at Macdonalds and Rhino my pet dog saw a robber.  I saw the robber to. Then I drove away. Rhino has a fluffy body and a  fluffy tail. Rhino stuck his head out the window. He stuck his tongue out. The tyre blew out then the car come to a stop. We were really far&lt;br /&gt;away from home. I had to stay at the Memorial park to get clean in the water fountain.  I slept under the tree. When it was the morning I&lt;br /&gt;played on the swings. I went down the slide and went super fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Lachlan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-4905711595292650418?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/4905711595292650418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=4905711595292650418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/4905711595292650418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/4905711595292650418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/journey-to-memorial-park_7843.html' title='Journey to Memorial Park'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-3969994338805550675</id><published>2010-03-31T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:40:11.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyrese'/><title type='text'>Journey to Memorial Park</title><content type='html'>One day I was playing my Xbox 360 and the power went out. I went to check the power cables too see if they were unplugged but they weren’t. So we called the power men. They came to check the power plugs and they found out there was an ant’s nest. They came back the next day to see if they were any more ant’s but they were gone. After we went to Memorial Park with my dad for a swim. There were heaps of sharks swimming around. One was going to eat me but my dog Gesi scratched them then they went away. After this we went home and gave Gesi a gold medal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Tyrese&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-3969994338805550675?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/3969994338805550675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=3969994338805550675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/3969994338805550675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/3969994338805550675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/journey-to-memorial-park_8311.html' title='Journey to Memorial Park'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-7200004226733060449</id><published>2010-03-31T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:38:13.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke'/><title type='text'>Journey to Memorial Park</title><content type='html'>My  friends  called Dom  and  Cam  and  my  cat  fluffy  took  me  to  Bay wave. There   was  a  monster  climbing   up  the   hydroslide.  All  the  children screamed.  A pony  took  me  to  memorial  park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Brooke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-7200004226733060449?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/7200004226733060449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=7200004226733060449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/7200004226733060449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/7200004226733060449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/journey-to-memorial-park_1019.html' title='Journey to Memorial Park'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-8444780362260060783</id><published>2010-03-31T15:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:36:36.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Titan'/><title type='text'>Journey to Memorial Park</title><content type='html'>In the weekend I was playing bat down with my dad at Memorial Park. My dad made me a bat. The bat was brown. I hit the ball over the fence and it went on the road. The ball was rolling and I got it without going on the road. I was hitting the tennis ball far, so was my dad. I dodged the ball. The ball fell into the swimming pool and I saw my touchstone.&lt;br /&gt;After we went to my cousins place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Titan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-8444780362260060783?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/8444780362260060783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=8444780362260060783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/8444780362260060783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/8444780362260060783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/journey-to-memorial-park_243.html' title='Journey to Memorial Park'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-1650588589390302007</id><published>2010-03-31T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:30:17.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><title type='text'>Journey to Memorial Park</title><content type='html'>I was at Bay wave and a big water monster rose up. My touch stone was in it’s stomach. My dad threw a boogie board at him but the smell off the chlorine was so yucky it made him sick. The monster hopped out of the pool and started to climb up the hydro slide to eat the people. They were crying. We climbed on his back and he ran and ran and ran until we were at memorial park. He crashed into the bridge. But there was something in the water. It was the monsters brothers. One was Icky and another one had seaweed on his head. I jumped on the top of the slide and jumped on to the seaweed monster and took the seaweed off his head and he melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Liam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-1650588589390302007?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/1650588589390302007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=1650588589390302007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/1650588589390302007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/1650588589390302007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/journey-to-memorial-park_6335.html' title='Journey to Memorial Park'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-4511688557405824404</id><published>2010-03-31T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:22:55.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesse'/><title type='text'>Journey to Memorial Park</title><content type='html'>One day mum and I were with my kitty. Dad was&lt;br /&gt;home. My mum is Jane. My Dad is Shane. My kitty is Snowflake, it is white. A dog ran up a tree and I saw a lovely bird. It had a letter on its leg. The letter said to go to the park to get a touchstone. I said to my mum we need to go to Memorial Park so we took a bus there. Finally mum and I arrived. We looked for a place but every body was gone. Then an Alien came down to earth and said to put the touchstone in the right place. Mum and me and kitty went back home in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jessica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-4511688557405824404?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/4511688557405824404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=4511688557405824404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/4511688557405824404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/4511688557405824404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/journey-to-memorial-park_2861.html' title='Journey to Memorial Park'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-4097849697479636583</id><published>2010-03-31T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:15:01.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phoebe'/><title type='text'>Journey to Memorial Park</title><content type='html'>One day my Dad and I went to Memorial park and we rowed a boat. First we went for a walk along the beach. It was sandy for a while but then we got used to it. We stopped for lunch for a while because we were so hungry. We went on a journey to Memorial park to find the stone. After that we went home and had dinner. Then we went for another journey to find another touchstone. We were going to another adventure. Then we saw a monster. My Dad saved us. We kept walking and we saw a baddy stealing a burger. My Dad stopped the baddy. We rang the Police. The Policeman came to the burger shop. He took him to jail. The policeman said thank you for ringing him because he could have got away from us. When he’s learned his lesson he can be let out of the jail.&lt;br /&gt;“You can be a Policeperson if you want,” he said. He gave a badge to him then he said thank you whoever you are.  “My name is Paul Robb, so good bye,” said Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Phoebe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-4097849697479636583?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/4097849697479636583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=4097849697479636583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/4097849697479636583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/4097849697479636583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/journey-to-memorial-park_265.html' title='Journey to Memorial Park'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-3812343375087045961</id><published>2010-03-31T14:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:35:44.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taylor'/><title type='text'>Journey to Memorial Park</title><content type='html'>On the way to memorial park I saw a big hedge hog and a log. There was another log beside it. I crossed the log and went away. My dog Roxy and I carried on our journey to Memorial park when we arrived at Memorial park there was a huge crab. My dog stopped it. My dog was the super hero for the day. At Memorial park a big crocodile washed up from the sea. It was still alive. It went back into the sea. It was so close. It didn’t come near me and Roxy. That was close I said. So my dog and I played all day. There was no more complaining about danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Taylor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-3812343375087045961?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/3812343375087045961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=3812343375087045961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/3812343375087045961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/3812343375087045961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/journey-to-memorial-park_3512.html' title='Journey to Memorial Park'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-3361189885632673393</id><published>2010-03-31T14:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:21:33.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryce'/><title type='text'>Journey to Memorial Park</title><content type='html'>One day I went to my friend’s house. I was helping my friend and his dad build a red stock car. By Christmas day we finished the stock car. Then we went home to have lunch. Then a humungus  double A shark broke through our home.  My cat statesman ran up the humongus  double A shark and scratched the shark. The shark has sharp teeth and claws and it swam in water. Next we followed the shark to a volcano. One of my brothers fell in it but my cat rescued my brother. Then I walked to the memorial park. When we arrived there we went to play longball. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Bryce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-3361189885632673393?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/3361189885632673393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=3361189885632673393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/3361189885632673393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/3361189885632673393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/journey-to-memorial-park_427.html' title='Journey to Memorial Park'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-7987267239429034367</id><published>2010-03-31T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:12:44.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos'/><title type='text'>Journey to Memorial Park</title><content type='html'>One day I was building drawers. It was a dark night. A wolf was howling over the fence. My dog jumped over the fence. But it was just a cat. My dad wanted to go to memorial park on his kart. When we got there we got in trouble with the police because we are not allowed to drive go karts on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Carlos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-7987267239429034367?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/7987267239429034367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=7987267239429034367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/7987267239429034367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/7987267239429034367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/journey-to-memorial-park_2088.html' title='Journey to Memorial Park'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-2487084596806867422</id><published>2010-03-31T14:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:51:56.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andre'/><title type='text'>Journey to Memorial park</title><content type='html'>One day I was sleeping at my awesome Nanny house and I heard three talking fluffy Chipmunks. They woke me up. They told me to go to the cool Memorial Park. I followed them through a shortcut and we heard people in cars and people walking. Suddenly we saw a robber stealing burgers from MacDonalds. After that we found Ben10. He could stop the robber so he stopped the robber with four arms used to pick him up and throw them in jail. We rang 111. Next we saw Kevin beating people up. Ben10 got another alien off his watch. This time he got accelerate to run so fast you could’nt even see him. He got Kevin at Memorial park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Andre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-2487084596806867422?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/2487084596806867422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=2487084596806867422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/2487084596806867422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/2487084596806867422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/journey-to-memorial-park_8322.html' title='Journey to Memorial park'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-3259490181104493686</id><published>2010-03-31T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:10:24.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rhys Adie'/><title type='text'>Journey to Memorial park</title><content type='html'>One day I was at my grandmas. My grandmas dog’s name is called Bruce&lt;br /&gt;But Bruce is deaf. I love Bruce and Cooper . My grandma and I were taking the dog to the beach but a criminal came and got Bruce. The man ran for it but Cooper ran faster than him. Then Cooper slowed him down. I punched him. I said, “don’t do that again.” (Punched and Kicked). “You will not do that again,” I yelled. Finally I went surfing at Memorial Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Rhys Adie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-3259490181104493686?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/3259490181104493686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=3259490181104493686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/3259490181104493686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/3259490181104493686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/journey-to-memorial-park_9404.html' title='Journey to Memorial park'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-658016426586799827</id><published>2010-03-31T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:53:41.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophie T'/><title type='text'>Journey to Memorial park</title><content type='html'>I was playing at my nanna’s house with my nanna’s dog’s Rocky and Chilly until the phone rang. Nanna and I were afraid. So Nanna answered it. The person was Grandma Joe. She said come help me I’ve lost big boy. So Nanna and I had to go to Auckland. When we got there the only dog we saw was Marsey. Nanna thought he had gone down the street. But no. Mum and Chloe turned up. Mum said she saw a dog at Memorial park. When we got there we saw Jack. He had hitched a ride in a bus. Then I remembered that I had my touch stone. So I put it near the fountain. Then we had a lovely dinner.&lt;br /&gt;By Sophie T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-658016426586799827?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/658016426586799827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=658016426586799827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/658016426586799827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/658016426586799827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/journey-to-memoril-park.html' title='Journey to Memorial park'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-5513314229677746123</id><published>2010-03-31T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:00:03.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SophieK'/><title type='text'>Journey to Memorial Park</title><content type='html'>It was Christmas day. We had lots of cool things. Bugsi and sleepy cat my sister got cool things. My bunny got some carrots and cabbage. Sleepy cat got some clothes. I went outside and I saw a horse it was hurt and I went to get her. She got up. She was my friend now. Then we went to the beach and got a hamburger. There were no hamburgers left. The people that were there told me that bad people had come and stole the hamburgers. I said that I could find him. And we saw him selling hamburgers at Memorial park. I said could you give the hamburgers and I will give the hamburgers back to the people that had them first and they said no. My bunny scratched him and they gave them to me and I ate them. I put my touchstone at Memorial park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Sophie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-5513314229677746123?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/5513314229677746123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=5513314229677746123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/5513314229677746123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/5513314229677746123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/journey-to-memorial-park_4908.html' title='Journey to Memorial Park'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-4507238758937870445</id><published>2010-03-31T13:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:47:40.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rhys H'/><title type='text'>Journey to Memorial Park</title><content type='html'>One day I was playing tea ball with my friends. It was a practise game so I was smashing it for a home run. Suddenly all of my team disappeared. On the top of the hill I saw a strange spaceship zapping people invisible. I went to stop it but I was too late. The spacecraft went all around the world. I tried to catch a plane to go all around the world and find the spaceship but it had all ready landed on earth. I thought it had disappeared but one of my wings smashed on the biggest mountain on earth. After we crashed landed on the ground at Memorial park. What a surprise my team was there. After the game of tea ball I played a game of long ball with my team but we lost the bat just joking. We had so much fun playing long ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhys H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-4507238758937870445?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/4507238758937870445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=4507238758937870445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/4507238758937870445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/4507238758937870445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-day-i-was-playing-tea-ball-with-my.html' title='Journey to Memorial Park'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-4991515726049959542</id><published>2010-03-31T13:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T13:57:45.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brayden'/><title type='text'>Journey to Memorial park</title><content type='html'>I was on the Papamoa hills. I saw a truck that was going very fast. Money was flying out of the truck. Uncle Monkey who is a big strong man said that it came from the bank. Uncle Monkey is bold and he has big fingers. We put on our helmets and we went so fast that I was speaking funny my cheeks were going in my eyes. The fast truck was all ready in Tauranga. One of the robbers fell out of the truck. We saw a man and his colours. He was black and white. A car came through a red light it hit Uncle Monkey and he fell off. Then JF my dad and Spiky hair my brother came and helped him. They chased after the robber and when I got to Memorial park the robber grabbed the touch stone. The monster was swinging on the swing and he swung down and ate the robber. I got on the monster and it took me to find my place and a code&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-4991515726049959542?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/4991515726049959542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=4991515726049959542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/4991515726049959542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/4991515726049959542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/journey-to-memorial-park_8555.html' title='Journey to Memorial park'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-7582117835578398379</id><published>2010-03-31T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T13:56:18.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cage'/><title type='text'>journey to memorial park</title><content type='html'>0ne night my uncle took me to a cool pub. He bought himself a bear and me one too. Then some people got in a fight and hurt me by throwing a bear bottle at me. I tried to escape but there where no gaps luckily there were to motorbikes for my uncle and me.  We jumped over there heads. It was really hard to leap over. We sped down the road. But my motorbike ran out of petrol. So I pushed my motorbike to the petrol station and filled it up. Finally we drove to the Memorial park.&lt;br /&gt;By Cage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-7582117835578398379?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/7582117835578398379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=7582117835578398379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/7582117835578398379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/7582117835578398379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/journey-to-memorial-park_31.html' title='journey to memorial park'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-7266362835823906524</id><published>2010-03-31T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T13:56:25.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><title type='text'>Journey to memorial park</title><content type='html'>Once when I was playing in my class room a butterfly flew into the room it had a note on its leg I took the note it said go to memorial park. My mum Jan said lets go. Jan is cool. She said lets have macaroni cheese for tea that’s why she is cool. So we went to start our journey I was going outside and I saw some one got into my next door neighbours house I thought that we could go in but mum said no don’t we could get caught but then he came out with necklace for his mum he saw us go inside so he ran a way I was looking out my window and saw him come back and took our car I told mum she said doesn’t matter, we have got another car. So we got in the car and cased the baddie to memorial park and when we caught him it was fine. Then my touch stone had saved me from a crab it was small I like it.&lt;br /&gt;By Abby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-7266362835823906524?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/7266362835823906524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=7266362835823906524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/7266362835823906524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/7266362835823906524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/journey-to-memorial-park_8508.html' title='Journey to memorial park'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-1784025458863736455</id><published>2010-03-31T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T13:43:04.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Levi'/><title type='text'>Journey to Memorial Park</title><content type='html'>I was up on Mauao and I climbed on Hucky my horse. Suddenly we saw a huge shark. Double R my dog ran down and attacked the shark. It was sunny and then it had just started raining. After a while Double R was gone it was really weird. As I was walking I saw Double R surfing on the shark. We ran down mauao and the shark just put Double R on the beach. He said we were surfing on a huge wave. Mate I was worried about you. Come lets go home. We were walking  up the beach I saw my cousin. Sup bro come with us? Where going for a swim. The waves were small as. Then suddenly a huge wave came lets surf the wave. So we surfed it and it took us to memorial park. After we had a big cool party at the pools it was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Levi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-1784025458863736455?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/1784025458863736455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=1784025458863736455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/1784025458863736455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/1784025458863736455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/journey-to-memorial-park.html' title='Journey to Memorial Park'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-1732947529072997951</id><published>2010-03-17T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:30:07.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophie T'/><title type='text'>Picnic</title><content type='html'>I was standing in icky gooey green seaweed. It smelled gross and horrible. I felt happy because my dad came. I had heaps of fun with my nice frenids. We also built a river. We went to fun and wacky ferguson park. I went there on funky friday. We went there because it was the funniest school picnic. We got there in a sparkly and shiny bus. By Sophie T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-1732947529072997951?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/1732947529072997951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=1732947529072997951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/1732947529072997951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/1732947529072997951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-was-standing-in-icky-gooey-green.html' title='Picnic'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-6773610767907250592</id><published>2010-03-17T15:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T15:15:42.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke'/><title type='text'>Picnic</title><content type='html'>I am standing by a tree and it was a big tree.   It was on last Friday  and  I   was  feeling happy and all of OPS  went to Fergusson PARK. I wanted to go on the playground but  we didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; by Brooke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-6773610767907250592?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/6773610767907250592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=6773610767907250592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/6773610767907250592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/6773610767907250592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/picnic_9157.html' title='Picnic'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-4081153072900955503</id><published>2010-03-17T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T15:13:27.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andre'/><title type='text'>picnic</title><content type='html'>I was standing on the grass and I smelled the yucky sea weed and I felt grass tickling my toes and the cold wind. This was last Friday when O.P.S. went to the park. We went there because it was our school picnic. We built sand castles. I went on a blue and white bus. The park was so much fun. The sand castles had rivers around them.     &lt;br /&gt;BY ANDRE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-4081153072900955503?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/4081153072900955503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=4081153072900955503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/4081153072900955503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/4081153072900955503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/picnic_5966.html' title='picnic'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-776955729949368945</id><published>2010-03-17T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T15:40:43.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rhys H'/><title type='text'>picnic</title><content type='html'>when I went digging for gold I found icky and gooey seaweed.I felt very tied.It was so smelly I had to block my nose so tight and I made a water hole it was as deep as you will need to swim in.The water hole felt as warm as a spa.I went on a special striped and shinny bus.I went with the whole school.I went because it was an exciting awesome picnic.I went staight after the boring roll.I went to have fun at lovely beautiful Fergusson park.I did some exciting games building very big and small sandcastles.I made a yucky gooey and sploshy sea weed tower.&lt;br /&gt;By Rhys Howard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-776955729949368945?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/776955729949368945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=776955729949368945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/776955729949368945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/776955729949368945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/picnic_9987.html' title='picnic'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-6892315173577383098</id><published>2010-03-17T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:25:25.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SophieK'/><title type='text'>Picnic</title><content type='html'>My mum went with me. We went in a blue and white big bus. We went in the sand and in the water it was cool and fantastic. I was a cookie monster it was a big Cookie. It was fun and we played lots of games. A Fantastic picnic. by Sophie Kennedy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-6892315173577383098?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/6892315173577383098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=6892315173577383098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/6892315173577383098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/6892315173577383098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/picnic_1429.html' title='Picnic'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-6926849801685323963</id><published>2010-03-17T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:34:39.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><title type='text'>Picnic</title><content type='html'>I am holding Macayla’s hand. I have striped togs. Macayla has white and orange togs. The whole of OPS went to Fergusson Park. Macayla she is my best friend. She is cool. We went on the beach and went swimming. We went on a bus went to Fergusson Park. Macayla she is my best friend. She is cool. We went on the beach and went swimming. By Abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-6926849801685323963?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/6926849801685323963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=6926849801685323963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/6926849801685323963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/6926849801685323963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/picnic_6459.html' title='Picnic'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-7248603696181842909</id><published>2010-03-17T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:15:25.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macayla'/><title type='text'>picnic</title><content type='html'>I went to the beach and the whole school went. I felt just great it was cool. My mum came to. We went to have lots of fun. We went in a bus. I whole school went to Ferguson park for the picnic. BY MACAYLA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-7248603696181842909?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/7248603696181842909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=7248603696181842909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/7248603696181842909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/7248603696181842909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/picnic_2099.html' title='picnic'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-9120936383232039324</id><published>2010-03-17T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:05:38.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cage'/><title type='text'>picnic</title><content type='html'>I had some icky gooey seaweed on my hair. I Lay in the water just like a turtle ready to catch a fish. My friend Rhys and I are digging a whole in the sand. The   whole school went on blue buses. We went because it was a special day. We went on the 19 February. We played super duper long ball .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-9120936383232039324?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/9120936383232039324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=9120936383232039324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/9120936383232039324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/9120936383232039324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/picnic_1781.html' title='picnic'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-7891350215631000179</id><published>2010-03-17T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:09:17.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesse'/><title type='text'>picnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-7891350215631000179?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/7891350215631000179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=7891350215631000179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/7891350215631000179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/7891350215631000179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/picnic_8655.html' title='picnic'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-384723057976196106</id><published>2010-03-17T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:03:24.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Titan'/><title type='text'>Picnic</title><content type='html'>We dug a wet hole with water in it and I built a water hole. It was like a dirty pool. When I was digging a hole I did after we played games. We played long ball. by Titan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-384723057976196106?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/384723057976196106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=384723057976196106&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/384723057976196106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/384723057976196106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/picnic_8101.html' title='Picnic'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-8036391572129404591</id><published>2010-03-17T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:07:23.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Courtney'/><title type='text'>Picnic</title><content type='html'>I was  holding  my striped towel  because I was cold. I  was  making  a hole  with  my  feet.   The  hole  started  to  get  bigger  and bigger  and it   felt  slimy.  We went  in a  big white  bus and it  was noisy  and  I  was  by  the  window.  We went last Friday. We went with the whole school. We went because it was a school picnic and it was fun.  BY COURTNEY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-8036391572129404591?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/8036391572129404591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=8036391572129404591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/8036391572129404591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/8036391572129404591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/picnic_5697.html' title='Picnic'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-1151888631429492881</id><published>2010-03-17T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:57:35.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brayden'/><title type='text'>Picnic</title><content type='html'>As soon as we got there I got out of my school uniform. Mr Caldwell took a picture and then every one ran in the water. We had a slimy seaweed fight Levi threw a crab on my head. It nipped me. The whole school came to the picnic. We played sport I played long ball. The picnic was at Ferguson Park. Last Friday we went there to have fun. We got there in the flash blue and white Bus. We went in the water it was freezing. I froze like a popsicle. But then I got hot we got our photo taken. I got seaweed on my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-1151888631429492881?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/1151888631429492881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=1151888631429492881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/1151888631429492881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/1151888631429492881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/picnic_1682.html' title='Picnic'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-1449301666328432314</id><published>2010-03-17T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:17:49.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAYANAHAY'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IN THE WASDTS I WAS STASAT IN SIUA YUAITA SEAWEED  IT SMELLS  LIKE SMELLY  SALT MY STICK THATI I  GOT IN     THE  WATER    WAS  VERY   SLIMY     AND      YUIOL  SEWEI  TAEART I WAS HOING    WHEN        I CAME  TO THE  PICNIC   I WE ON BUS  WAS  IT WAS ON   IASE  FNIDAY   AND  WHEN I GOT THERE I  SREHYUG   ANDI  RTYTR  HIYULLAND FTRY CFDTR   UTYRH  MY  FEETB  AND WHEN I FECT THE   CVFGT   UTYH  MY  FEET  IT  FERW  HFGTR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-1449301666328432314?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/1449301666328432314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=1449301666328432314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/1449301666328432314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/1449301666328432314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-wasdts-i-was-stasat-in-siua-yuaita.html' title=''/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-8867202085805481782</id><published>2010-03-17T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:54:10.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taylor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At Ferguson park I made a  big  river with lots of people like Sophie. K and Sophie. T.  It was so big it all most reached the end of the beach. I went on a bus. It was the school picnic last Friday. I went in the gooey&lt;br /&gt;sea with Sophie.k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by\Taylor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-8867202085805481782?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/8867202085805481782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=8867202085805481782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/8867202085805481782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/8867202085805481782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/at-ferguson-park-i-made-big-river-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-7044302294531623850</id><published>2010-03-17T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:53:31.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rhys Adie'/><title type='text'>picnic</title><content type='html'>Levi and I were making a trench with my spade and bucket. We let water in the trench and it was sandy. It was at Ferguson Park. I was snorkeling in the water. It was cold when I was snorkeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-7044302294531623850?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/7044302294531623850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=7044302294531623850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/7044302294531623850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/7044302294531623850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/picnic_17.html' title='picnic'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-932841550389932329</id><published>2010-03-17T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:56:59.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><title type='text'>Picnic</title><content type='html'>I was holding sticky green seaweed and it smelled  like a  sewer. I was with my cool mum.   My mum brought my best togs. I played  my favourite  game long ball. After that I  went back home at 2 o,clock. By Liam&lt;br /&gt; the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-932841550389932329?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/932841550389932329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=932841550389932329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/932841550389932329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/932841550389932329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/picnic_7876.html' title='Picnic'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-2891533738276234549</id><published>2010-03-17T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:30:24.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryce'/><title type='text'>Childrens day</title><content type='html'>BMonday 8th march&lt;br /&gt;In the weekend I went to a childrens’ day. The first thing I did was the snow competition. Next I went to the competition and I came 1st place. It was fun and cool. By Bryce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-2891533738276234549?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/2891533738276234549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=2891533738276234549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/2891533738276234549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/2891533738276234549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/monday-8th-march-in-weekend-i-went-to.html' title='Childrens day'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-4912737646572622536</id><published>2010-03-17T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:09:56.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lachlan'/><title type='text'>Picnic</title><content type='html'>The water was nice and warm. The people were sitting by the water. The whole of  OPS went there. Titan threw seaweed at me.&lt;br /&gt;                      By LACHIE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-4912737646572622536?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/4912737646572622536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=4912737646572622536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/4912737646572622536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/4912737646572622536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/picnic_6993.html' title='Picnic'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-7155350229296157817</id><published>2010-03-17T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:51:16.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyrese'/><title type='text'>picnic</title><content type='html'>When I went to Ferguson Park I went in the water. In the warm water I was holding some icky seaweed and I made some water holes. The whole school came on the picnic.We went on a blue and white bus. The picnic was last week. We went there for a great picnic. I made the water holes with my hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-7155350229296157817?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/7155350229296157817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=7155350229296157817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/7155350229296157817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/7155350229296157817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/picnic.html' title='picnic'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-1082613163370334205</id><published>2010-03-17T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:39:41.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Levi'/><title type='text'>Picnic Ferguson Park</title><content type='html'>I was holding squishy slimy green seaweed. I played a great game of long ball. When I went for a swim it was so freezing when I got in! I had a sploshy  gooey seaweed fight it was so fun. After that we made an enormous sand river it was so big you could not even walk on the sand. The whole school came to the schools great trip and it was on a big white blue bus. We went there for a picnic. It was last week. It was so fun when I went home I told my Mum all about the trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-1082613163370334205?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/1082613163370334205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=1082613163370334205&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/1082613163370334205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/1082613163370334205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/03/picnic-ferguson-park.html' title='Picnic Ferguson Park'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-4292015809856262744</id><published>2010-02-23T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:45:22.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Room 11</title><content type='html'>This is the place we share our work and learning journey through 2010. We love to write about our experiences and show you images or movies about them. We also want to show you our discoveries, investigations and inquiries. Our first writing will be about our massive school picnic held at Ferguson Park. Our first journey or inquiry is to find a turangawaewae for our touchstone and create a story about our own journey there. Our story will have all our special characters, awesome words, bad words, favourite places, pets, kai, transport and whanau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get ready it's going to be exciting making our own blog (or using a big word our E Portfolio!!! )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-4292015809856262744?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/4292015809856262744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=4292015809856262744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/4292015809856262744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/4292015809856262744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/02/welcome-to-room-11.html' title='Welcome to Room 11'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038727436916627193.post-2527780158951054690</id><published>2010-02-23T17:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:11:58.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cage'/><title type='text'>Our Picnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S4R8ufM1HxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gmUBulxEBmg/s1600-h/Picnic+2010+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441611387861540626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S4R8ufM1HxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gmUBulxEBmg/s320/Picnic+2010+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a beauty!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038727436916627193-2527780158951054690?l=otumoetair11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/feeds/2527780158951054690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038727436916627193&amp;postID=2527780158951054690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/2527780158951054690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038727436916627193/posts/default/2527780158951054690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otumoetair11.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-picnic.html' title='Our Picnic'/><author><name>Room 11 OPS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548407374260543532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S5b3E2aDGYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/64amn6BHNe4/S220/Picnic+2010+015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nws-Cusckx4/S4R8ufM1HxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gmUBulxEBmg/s72-c/Picnic+2010+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
